It’s housed in the museum of the skull where the reruns loop endlessly like old Twilight Zone episodes shuffled into the pages of To Kill a Mockingbird--

the Andy and Opie Main Street Webber Hardware, Merrick Square Market, Center Theatre and Lanpher’s Rexall Drug the church, county jail, and parsonage the school playground with its slide and swings

and the dark dead house on School Street shunned and haunted by its urban legends-- the neighborhood with its cast of usual suspects the characters who strolled on through your forever-unlocked doors: the milkman

and iceman in the kitchen, the postman and paperboy in the hallway, the bedside doctor who felt your forehead, the sleazy insurance agent in the white Panama hat who’d just pop in without knocking to help

himself to his premium envelope hanging right there on the kitchen wall-hook with the house keys... and down the street, our own resident ‘Boo Radley,’ and the wizened old crone who berated you from her witch’s porch wicker rocker because

you were guilty of being young and she knew your name and more about your father than you ever would… that old gossip who tapped into everything you ever whispered over your five-party line…